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eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: Clay Fife has been in a rut. Vacationing in a small western New York town is a big mistake, until he sees a sculpture that will make a mint for his gallery and put the spark back in his life. He doesn't count on the artist being difficult, however. Sure, it's strange to make winner-take-all bets, but Clay has never been a loser and doesn't plan on starting now ... Edi Raines has a bone to pick with Clay, even though he doesn't remember it. And if she can help him find his way back to his roots, even better. But the bet she makes on a whim may end up costing her more than she can pay...

eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2006

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [384 KB], eReader (PDB) [59 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [40 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [37 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [82 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [107 KB], hiebook (KML) [153 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [97 KB], iSilo (PDB) [33 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [42 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [81 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [57 KB]
Words: 12750
Reading time: 36-51 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1-59279-463-7

In seconds, he was naked except for the towel around his waist. He picked up the bottle of champagne--no sense wasting prime booze--and a single yellow rose out of the dozen he'd brought with him. He had a fantasy about stroking the rose over each of her nipples, then suckling the turgid point until she cried out her pleasure.

Being inside the cabin wasn't necessary to his plan. He could do it just as easily outside.

He rounded the corner and stopped cold. She had a pedestal sitting in the late summer sunshine. In front of it was a low table in front of a short stool. A potter's wheel with a large clump of clay sat at the ready. Clay frowned. He realized now, as she moved away, she wasn't wearing a towel at all, but a white terrycloth sarong.

Before, he'd felt decidedly over-dressed. Now he felt under-dressed.

"Come on, chop, chop," she said. "We've only got a few hours more of sunlight."

"You want me to pose for you?" he asked. He hoped she wouldn't realize how strangled his voice sounded.

"Yes."